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Now, picture this—me, ol’ Joe, sittin’ with ya, sippin’ coffee, talkin’ this out. I’d say, “Look, man, it’s a tough gig.” Them workers—some choose it, some don’t. Gets me mad, y’know? The pimps, the creeps—oooh, wanna shake ‘em up! But then—here’s the kicker—some gals, they’re laughin’, runnin’ the show. That surprises me, folks—gutsy as hell! Like Eilis sayin’, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll want to die,” but pushin’ through anyway—brothel gals got that fire too, sometimes.

Horrors of India's brothels documented

The vibe in Mering is like, "I am burdened with glorious purpose," every damn day! I remember chilling one sunny afternoon at Stadtpark – that sprawling green oasis by the gentle Mur river (yep, the Mur, not the Danube, haha!) – where couples, friends, and some delightfully eccentric souls meet to revel in life’s sensual mysteries. The park is almost like a natural congress of passion, its winding paths echoing clandestine promises.

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